Harmony part 2

Harmony part 2

The man watched as the woman entered the inn, sipping his tea slowly. He had tracked her for weeks, and now she was in the building across the street. A smile quickly crossed the man's face and disappeared again. The man began sipping his tea again, it was sweet, though not too sweet. The man longed for the tea of his homeland, but thoughts of that made him remember scenes of horror, so he quickly quelled his thirst. Though not all his memories were so easy to hide.
“Tylion, come along now, you don't want to be left behind.” Tylion looked around at the familiar scene. It's the same as it was that time. He thought to himself as he rushed over to his mother.
“Mother, you should not leave the safety of the carriage, you know we are in dangerous territory.” Only dangerous because of my father's enemies. Staring at his mother, Tylion could not help but smile, she was beautiful, with red hair that draped down to her shoulders, yet today tied in a style known as a pony tail. She always had a smile, and her blue eyes were so gentle.
Mother don't get in that carriage, stay here, you'll be safe if you stay here. He thought, though that is not what Tylion, younger then, had thought at the time.
“Mother, please go sit in the carriage, and I'll get the drivers to start going.” Tylion said, standing as tall as he could and speaking as loud as he could.
“Alright Ty, but please do quiet down, I believe all the villages of this land could hear you say that.” his mother laughed as she said that, making Tylion flush.
“Mother! I'm a man now, and Ty is such a childish name!” He tried to protest, all the while, his flush getting deeper, as his mother shut the door behind her. Little did he know that would be the last time he would she his mother's smile.
Tylion was snapped out of his memories by someone bumping the table he was sitting at. He gripped his sword tightly, quelling the rest of his memories in one fell swoop. He went back to sipping his tea, but around him he saw people looking at him and talking about him. People with red hair are foreigners in this land, and stand out no matter where they go. That is not the only reason, he thought as he lifted his hand to touch his right cheek, tracing a scar with his finger. The scar took up most of the right side side of his face. Despite it's size, the shape of it was unmistakable, it was the shape of a ram's head.
He had been born with that scar, and had been under the watch of many people because of it. It was always an annoyance, more so now that he was waiting for the cover of night, for his chance to find her....
“Hey friend, that's an interesting scar, mind telling me how you got it” a patron of the bar said with a sneer. Tylion looked at the man, who was obviously drunk, and turned away without saying a word. The man taken aback at first was overcome with anger.
“Don't ignore me you bastard!” the man lunged forward with a very slow and unsteady punch. Tylion turned back, a glint in his eyes, staring straight at the man who had so carelessly thrown a punch at him. The man stopped his punch right in front of Tylion's face, a look of fear coming onto his face. The man looked down, a giant blade, glinting silver and blue in the firelight, was at his belly. The man looked up into Tylion's cold gaze.
“Friend it's up to you, do you want to die right now, or would you like to go back to drinking.” as he said this, a smile crossed Tylion's lips. The man stared at him, starting to shake, showing more fear, as if the cold tone of those words had bitten into him. The man slowly retracted his arm, looking into Tylion's unchanging expression for a second more, then screamed as he ran out.
I guess now is as good a time as any, Tylion thought as he carefully stood up and sheathed his sword. Slinging it across his back, he headed out the door. Today is the day, the day I gain the power to fight demons.